Ji Chengzhou placed the medical kit on the table, opened it, took out the iodine and cotton swabs, and looked at Sang Qian, "Come here."
"Okay." Sang Qian had been waiting for these words. She walked over, leaned down, got close to Ji Chengzhou, tilted her head back, and presented her white, jade-like neck to him.
The woman was very close; at eye level was her slender swan neck. His gaze drifted slightly downward to her chest, adorned with a camisole.
Because she was leaning forward, the neckline was somewhat loose, revealing a clear cleavage, and he could even see her black lace bra.
Ji Chengzhou had touched her before. Seeing this sight, he inevitably thought of the fullness and softness of that place on their wedding night, and his breathing unconsciously became heavier.
He almost eagerly looked away, focusing on the wound on her neck.
Disinfecting, applying medicine, covering with gauze.
